“I'll shower, then we can go. I smell like a zombie."Hell, if the undead looked like that, bring on the zombie apocalypse.”

“You're not what I expected in a pirate."He laughed, curtly. "You're not what I expected in a princess.”

“Gunfire cracked around them. “Just warning shots,” he yelled. “How do you know?” “We’re not dead.”

“How do I say 'kiss me' in French?" she whispered."Embrasse moi."Oh yes, even that sounded better in French.”

“You were a kidnapping waiting to happen - you're lucky it was me.""Luckiest day of my life.”

“Pretending to him that she felt something would be easy. Pretending to herself that she didn't? That was a whole other story.”

“She turned her head, and the skin of her cheek caught the moonlight, smooth as satin. Tough and beautiful. He grimaced. Tu agis sans passion et sans haine. You act without passion and without hatred. He'd recited the line every day of his nineteen years in the Legion, but it'd never resonated as strongly as it did now.”

“She owed him nothing - less than nothing.”

“I’m quite capable of taking responsibility for my own death.”

“I'll shower, then we can go. I smell like a zombie."Hell, if the undead looked like that, bring on the zombie apocalypse.”

“I think I've proved that I'm not to be trusted," he said."Then why do I feel safer now that I have in my entire life?""Because you're just as screwed up as me.”